☆、 A simple and cute little zombie is a stubborn and domineering supernatural boss (73)

Shen Xuanmo hugged Qingqing tightly and said softly: "No matter what happens in the future, you must tell me. I will always be with you."

Qingqing raised her tear-stained face and said with a sob, "Will you never dislike me?" He was so ugly now, not good-looking at all.

Shen Xuanmo's heart tightened, and he gently wiped the tears from his face, "How could that be? I love you. You are my baby no matter what."

Nan Lin, who soon learned the news, came to see Qingqing. He looked a little haggard, with unshaved stubble on his face, but unfortunately Qingqing could no longer be seen clearly.

Qingqing tried to focus her eyes, but could only see Nanlin's blurry figure.

He smiled weakly, his voice carrying a hint of loss: "Brother, are you here?"

Nan Lin walked into the room, his eyes falling directly on Qing Qing's partially blue-gray face.

He tried to force a smile, but the smile froze instantly when he saw Qingqing's smiling face. He walked forward, squatted beside Qingqing, and said softly: "Qingqing, brother is here."

Qingqing smiled and hummed as a response.

Shen Xuanmo stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Qingqing's cheek, but stopped in mid-air. His fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of heartache.

He was watering the flowers when Qingqing was watering them. He saw that she had poured all the water onto the ground but she didn't notice it. She smiled and said to him, "Look, am I watering it well?"

He waved his hand in front of Qingqing in fear, but Qingqing didn't react at all. He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

In the next few days, Qingqing's pupils turned completely gray. As her movements became more and more stiff, Qingqing was afraid and sad, so she only dared to cry silently when the two were not around.

Qingqing was afraid that she would lose control and hurt them, so she wanted to stay away from them, but she was being watched too closely, and she could do nothing but watch the two people who loved her become thinner and thinner.

Shen Xuanmo recalled Qingqing's previous symptoms, which were maintained by crystal cores and blood.

But he didn't dare to let Qingqing absorb the crystal core rashly, so he cut his palm without knowing the pain and fed Qingqing blood.

"I don't want to!" Qingqing was very resistant to this. If he drank it, it would prove that he was already a monster and he didn't want to be important.

"Qingqing, be obedient." Shen Xuanmo's voice contained a hint of helplessness and anxiety.

He gently held Qingqing's hand and tried to comfort him with gentle words, "Baby, can you give it a try?"

Qingqing's tears welled up in his eyes. He turned his head away stubbornly, not daring to look at Shen Xuanmo's angry eyes. He muttered softly, "I won't drink. I'm not a monster."

Seeing Qingqing still tightly pursed her lips and refused to compromise, Shen Xuanmo gently held Qingqing in his arms, rubbed his head with his chin, and coaxed her softly: "Baby, can you bear to see me bleed in vain?"

"Then...then I'll just drink a little, okay?" Qingqing finally spoke, her voice choked with sobs.

The moment she smelled the blood, Qingqing felt her fangs itching and she couldn't help wanting to bite something.

Nan Lin looked at Shen Xuanmo's actions, and felt mixed emotions. He knew that Shen Xuanmo was sincere to Qingqing, but he still couldn't help but worry. "Will this really work?" Nan Lin asked.

Shen Xuanmo shook his head, "I don't know, but I have to try." After a while, Qingqing's complexion seemed to be better, and her eyes could see some outlines a little more clearly.

On the other side, in the gloomy laboratory, there was a person wearing a black robe, wrapping his whole body tightly, and only the deep eyes on the half of his face that was exposed could be seen.

I was staring at a woman with messy hair stuck to her face, her body tied to a cold bed, looking like a ghost, screaming and struggling.

The woman's limbs were fixed tightly, but she still struggled desperately, making a clanging sound of metal impact.

He seemed to want to get closer to the woman, but was startled by the sudden collision and roar of the woman. He subconsciously took a step back, with a trace of pain in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Lu Yuren stepped aside and hurried forward to ask. The man in black robe waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"He Botu said that if he wanted to save her, he should bring the little zombie here as soon as possible." Lu Yu did have many doubts, but he didn't dare to ask.

For example, why did he go through all this trouble when he already had the little zombie, and finally let them rescue him? Could it be that he has some kind of fetish...

"How's Zhou Zhen?" The man in black robe frowned, as if thinking about something.

"Zhou Zhen..." Lu Yu's voice was a little hesitant. He turned to look at the man in black robes, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. "He's seriously injured, but he won't die."

"Tell him that he doesn't need to come back next time." The voice was cold.

"Spread the news about the high-level zombies." After saying that, he waved for Lu Yu to leave and continued to pay attention to Zhou Zhen's situation.

Lu Yu's heart shuddered. He sensed the dissatisfaction in the black-robed man's words. He nodded, turned around and left.

The man in black robe stood there quietly, his eyes deep, as if he could see through time and space. After a long while, he muttered to himself: "It seems the result is still the same..."

The news has already spread. I believe that even if he hadn't done it, they would have met soon. I wonder what their expressions would be.

Since that disaster struck, the world has changed beyond recognition, zombies are rampant, and human life has fallen into an unprecedented predicament. No one does not hope that this day will come.

In fact, he watched the woman gradually calm down. He slowly approached the bed and gently stroked the woman's hair with a hint of tenderness, which formed a sharp contrast with his previous cold image.

He murmured to himself: "I will definitely make you back to normal." Don't worry, everything will be fine, and he won't let her suffer anymore.

"Soon, everything will be over." He said softly, as if making a promise to himself and the woman.

Qingqing was much happier under the care of the two. Shen Xuanmo often accompanied Qingqing for slow walks in the base and told everyone he met that this was his lover.

That day, Qingqing was lying lazily on the recliner. He seemed a little lonely because he was the only one there. He was full of worries and his body also felt heavy.

Just when I was about to close my eyes, a light breeze blew by, bringing the sound of several people talking in the distance.

"...I heard that the apocalypse will end soon. Someone named Dr. He claimed that he is about to develop zombie serum, but he needs a large number of high-level zombies for research..." said one of the voices.

Qingqing's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but slow down her movements and listen with bated breath.

"Really? Then we are saved! Maybe he can really save us." The voice responded excitedly.

"Don't be too happy too soon. Who knows if it's true? You'd better just be quiet..." one of them said sadly.

At this moment, Qingqing's heartbeat seemed to accelerate, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness, and a firm light flashed in his eyes.